Ethan Moonsea

{“I am a very emotional person.”}

General

Full Name: Ethan Alexander Moonsea
Nicknames: Starboy {by his brother}
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He, Him, His
Race: Caucasian
Birthday: July 13th
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual {female lean/closeted}
Spirit Animal: Owl
Accent: American

Drinks: Sometimes
Smokes: Yes {only weed}
Body

Body Type: Slim, very fast metabolism, grew up eating little
Height: 5’11
Hair: Dirty blonde in the summer, Brunette in the winter, very very curly and slightly overgrown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair/Pale, a few moles, freckles in the summer
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None {wants to get ears pierced}
Makeup: Enjoys wearing it {keeps it a secret/only puts it on when he’s alone and takes it off before anyone sees him}, sometimes also likes to wear dresses and heels/more feminine clothing {same as with make up}
Scent: Something flowery and clean

Face Claim: Wyatt Oleff

Personality

General Personality: +charismatic, +athletic, +confident, +eccentric, -overthinker, -procrastinator, -numb to violence/death

Bio: Most of Ethan's childhood has been suppressed to the back of his head, buried somewhere he could never reach it. Though, that is most likely for the better. Ethan was barely a toddler the night both of his parents passed away, having no one to protect him but his brother from that point on. Not that he even had his parent’s protection in the first place. His father was a gambling domestic abuser and his mother was weak. That might be a bit harsh to say but it was true. She couldn’t even gain the courage to protect her own children from the hands of her husband. But Ian did. And that’s what left them as orphans.
Ethan couldn’t remember his parents at all, to him it had just always been him and Ian. That’s what it felt like most of the time, moving from place to place, eating fast food and driving till their car ran out of gas. At first, Ian didn’t share with Ethan where he got his money from, how he kept them alive for so long, or why they had to keep moving around. But, eventually, Ethan figured it out himself, figured out how Ian would kill and steal and give up his own body for whatever cash he could get to support them both. And though it wasn’t healthy, it was their life. Growing up so close to the violence, Ethan was mostly numb to all of it, just waiting long nights for his brother to come back to their motel room, all bloody and beaten, would help him clean up and then they’d go to bed. It was like that every city they went and they lived. They still had their fun and entertained themselves. Ethan started to teach himself, since he couldn’t exactly go to school, and learned he had a passion for some things, like baseball and dancing. Oh, how he loved dancing. When Ian was out for a long time, he would turn on some loud music and dance around the room and just have…fun.
As he hit puberty, Ethan began to grow curious about other things. Like girls…and some boys. But, he never shared that much with Ian. He did, however, share his interest in more feminine things with his brother, leading to Ian stealing some make up for him and a skirt and a dress and some heels for him, just for Ethan to play around with, explore himself with. And he did have fun but he was embarrassed by it, never wearing it in public and always making sure he wasn’t in anything when his brother came home. Though he knew Ian wouldn’t mind, he got Ethan all the stuff after all, he still felt strange about it. Felt that it shouldn’t feel as good as it did.
Nevertheless, that’s how things were. Ethan wasn’t the brightest of people though he was a nice kid, his goofiness from childhood wearing off a bit as he grew older. Ethan tended to keep to himself, still friendly but much more open around people he knew. He didn’t have interest in doing the same “job” that Ian did but he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. He certainly could, he was incredibly desensitized from all things violent and knew that if it ever did come to that, to him having to kill someone, he would do it without hesitation or remorse. With no proper education and no career focused interests, Ethan just did what he could. And though he loved being with his brother, he sometimes wished he could live a more…normal life. Have a real family and maybe a pet or two and some friends. But, for now, Ethan didn’t complain, never complained, and just helped his brother where he could, when he could.

Habits: Picking at finger nails
Phobias: People finding out about his more feminine tastes
Likes: Dressing up, dancing/disco, orange juice
Dislikes: Dogs, rain/thunder, long books
Turn ons: Hair pulling, groping, heavy breathing, being called "good boy"
Turn offs: None established
Position: Switch, versatile

Family

Father: Steven Moonsea – Abusive man, heavy gambler, beat mother and Ian, killed by Ian
Mother: Samantha Moonsea – Quiet, submissive, did what she could, killed by Steven
Brother: Ian Moonsea – Crazy, extremely protective of Ethan, will do anything to keep them together {www.roleplay.me/blog/66117}

Song: Bad Girls – Donna Summer
Black Sheep - Metric

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